Chapter 348: The Resurrected Martial God Technique

Above Yves Saint Laurent, the magic essence tide boiled like that in a furnace, creating a thunderous roar. Rich colors swallowed the sea of clouds, and the patterns of magic spread like a mysterious script, radiating a terrifying power.

Rose Street, Velvet Flower Avenue, Crescent District…

These areas located in the city center, not far from the academy, faced the great terror brewing in the sky. The more talented a Magician was, the more they could sense how profound the magic covering the sea of clouds was.

Because of this, the information contained was particularly terrifying. What had happened to gather all the magic essence of Yves Saint Laurent here?

It was crucial to know that this involved the Forest Moon, Black Sun, and Chalk Tower, all entering the highest alert mode under the authority of the Tower Master, which permitted them to activate war powers.

Even if a Saint with an Army of Demigods visited the Imperial Capital, it might not require such extremes. What kind of terrifying enemy had the three Tower Masters encountered?

The Imperial Alchemy Guild, the Magic Guild, the Department of Magic Research, the local Adjudicating Authority branch, local noble families, and even more forces had been drawn into this situation and were taking action.

“Don’t save magic stones; activate the teleportation spell and be ready to evacuate at any moment.”

“The guildmaster is still searching for traces of the divine creature in the northern mountains, so we can only ask the elder to come out and manage the situation.”

“The Divine Messenger Barbet is ready. Inform the Supreme Court that Yves Saint Laurent has encountered an unknown attack. The three Tower Masters have been forced to use the highest war authority. Please, Adjudicator, return quickly!”

“Warning to all professors and students: immediately put down all classes, experiments, and training. Evacuate the academy at once!”

“Citizens of the Empire, a level one red alert has been issued for the entire city. Please board the Alchemical Airship marked with Yves Saint Laurent and proceed in an orderly manner to the shelters to seek the protection of Holy Sophon.”

In just half a minute, this super city, which held billions of people, efficiently began operations, prepared for the worst-case scenario of war affecting the entire city.

The only good news was that the three Tower Masters, despite the costs, created a national-level spell, whose energy waves far exceeded the safety threshold set by Holy Sophon for the capital.

This caused the branches of the Tree of Thought to light up on their own, activating the protective spell for the Imperial Capital, vast as the nation’s territory, and golden light began to spread.

In an instant, many panicked and confused citizens of the Empire quickly calmed down. They happily walked into the streets, bathing in a light like a heavy rain,

“The Emperor has shown his divine presence!”

“The holy light shines through the ages. The Yves Saint Laurent you created will be everlasting.”

“There is no need to go to the shelter; the Emperor’s grace is protecting us!”

Elise cutely reached out to take a piece of golden light, blinking her gray eyes. She suddenly remembered the Pure White Witch’s gaze, which held colors more splendid than amber and gentler than gold, and whispered:

“These magic essences are like Sister Chu’s eyes.”

“So, does everyone see the Emperor as such a gentle person too?”

Esther gently touched the little girl’s head. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized something. Her expression changed from shock to understanding; the tension in her eyes melted away like snow, her lips curled into a smile, and she softly said:

“Hmm, maybe the Emperor and she are surprisingly similar.”

Elise nodded, half understanding, and asked:

“Teacher Dream Weaver, when will the other captain sisters arrive?”

Even though the Fanol Continent was large, there were teleportation circles in slightly bigger cities within the empire, and as long as they could be contacted, they could arrive in as little as half an hour.

Esther glanced at Alchemy Crysta and smiled:

“It should be soon, and… she might not need anyone else’s help. She can solve it all by herself.”

As her words faded, a new surge of magic essence tide began in the sky, with colorful hues swirling together like ink, forming the huge shadows of the Elven King of Fire, Elven King of Time, and Forest Elf King, covering the entire Yves Saint Laurent.

If there were a Magician from the Second Divine Age, they would realize that this spell came from the three original Sages, a powerful magic that had once appeared on the same battlefield as the Emperor.

Its name is — The Sigh of the Elf King!

The Elven King of Time represented time, able to freeze a part of the timeline, stretching the thoughts of two beings apart infinitely, reaching a phenomenon of freezing.

The Elven King of Fire symbolized destruction, able to cause magic energy to temporarily split infinitely, serving as the source of power for the spell, supporting the former, and marking the enemy’s death.

The Elf King of Forest represented rebirth, weaving the laws of life, able to continuously repair areas seen as cages, feasting on the enemy’s vitality and magic essence, creating an inner cycle.

When these three worked together, they could forge a prison even the gods could be trapped in.

What made it even harder was that once trapped in this magic cage, the three Tower Masters could use the power of their towers to continuously pour Yves Saint Laurent’s magic essence, like an alchemist’s furnace, slowly “cooking” the prisoner inside until death.

This is why, after witnessing Chu Yuanqing’s overwhelming strength, the three Tower Masters, despite their shock, still had confidence in turning the tide.

At this very moment, Sengetsu Garden.

The huge Mirror Tree crown, as big as a cloud, towered over the arena created by Xavier, and at the very end of the central hall sat the Pure White Witch, who was treated like a boss.

Chu Yuanqing raised her eyes to look at the reflection of the battle in the water mirror; her bright golden eyes, like covered in frost, shone with a calm light.

So weak.

Although her understanding of magic, spells, and knowledge was very rich, and her battle system, amount of magic essence, mental strength, and willpower were impressive, she simply could not adapt to life-and-death fights; her spirit was too weak.

Indeed, the empire had been peaceful for too long.

If not for the need to borrow the powers of some gods and sign certain agreements, slightly easing the control of the Golden Law, which had led to occasional divine troubles, the empire under Sophon’s protection might not have experienced much war for a thousand years.

Under these circumstances, the high-ranking Magicians were mostly similar to Delia; they preferred being scholars rather than fighting with magic.

Of course, that emperor seemed to have foreseen this future long ago, as the Lost Sea, the different foreign nations, the Dark Legion, and various forces allowed to grow uncontrolled on the continent were all meant to be used for training.

Therefore, the Adjudicating Authority and other violent organizations were mostly made up of combat Magicians forged in this manner through fire and blood.

These troops had become the backbone in fighting against the Disaster Wave.

As Chu Yuanqing thought about this, she suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu; without much thought, she continued to use the water mirror to record, learn, analyze, and reference the magic used by the three Tower Masters, reconstructing parts of the spell structure.

In fact, after enduring the initial wave of concentrated attacks and growing the Mirror Tree to a height of ten thousand meters, her magic essence became so abundant that she could create double-digit clones to join in the fight against the three Tower Masters.

However, on one hand, the curse of the Sea of Truth prevented her from dividing her focus too much to control the clones, with three being about the limit.

On the other hand, killing them outright would have been too wasteful; keeping them as experimental subjects not only allowed her to test spells that might not be suitable for good kids — the little idols — but also let her study the magic of the Ideal State in real time.

Chu Yuanqing was used to enhancing her skills in battle, continually breaking through her limits, feeding off her enemies, and stepping into a new realm.

This was a special talent she developed based on past experiences, allowing her to learn much more during battles than from regular study.

Thus, Xavier thought it was a mistaken judgment to believe that Chu Yuanqing completely outshined him.

The three Tower Masters, including him, were far more skilled in magic than Chu Yuanqing, which created the illusion of being overwhelmed, simply because she had improved too quickly.

The Pure White Witch murmured:

“I’ve learned almost everything. Hmm, I heard that the magic of the Tower Masters comes from the first Sage. I wonder why it’s unexpectedly easier to learn than other kinds of magic.”

Besides that, during this battle, she also realized that the magic of the Ideal State was fundamentally different from that of magical girls.

Although the Countermeasures Bureau was learning the techniques from here, the magic of magical girls was even more magical in nature.

Upon careful thought, it became clear that the magic of the Ideal State was based on the continent’s magic essence environment, the extraordinary rules of the Golden Sea, and many more complex elements, allowing it to be a stable field of study.

As for magical girls? They learned the techniques from here and could instantly cast the exact same magic in completely different environments and rules, which was almost like a cheat.

From here, it was clear that the witch did not study knowledge, frameworks, or techniques.

Instead, it was a complete and logically consistent system of magic that made people believe deeply and encouraged ongoing research, allowing them to reshape their worldview.

This was the special quality of idealistic beings.

Therefore, the witch’s techniques still carried some fixed concepts.

If a Magician used a basic fireball spell, for some experts, they could disrupt its structure with magic essence, greatly reducing its power or preventing it from being used altogether.

However, if a magical girl cast it, such situations were very difficult to occur. If it was Patronus Magic, it was entirely concept-based, and using techniques that deconstructed it simply wouldn’t work.

Chu Yuanqing, while organizing and summarizing, commanded her clones to beat up the Tower Master and began to think about the learning plan for the little idols.

Meanwhile, the three high towers under the Mirror Tree completely transformed into illusory bubbles and vanished in this otherworldly space. Archibald, Xavier, and Delia seized the opportunity and moved to the outside world.

The Pure White Witch was abandoned in Sengetsu Garden. She put away her water mirror and looked up at the closed space rift and the thirty-three pre-arranged Taboo Techniques. A unique color appeared on her calm face as she murmured:

“Delia still had enough time to store so much magic by using time compression, so it seems she really didn’t push you all to your limits.”

These thirty-three spells combined various effects such as trapping enemies, defense, control, and repelling… all aimed at buying more time.

So, did you prepare some backup outside?

Chu Yuanqing thought for a moment; instead of using Mirror Tree to self-destruct and force her way out, she felt that striking down the last resort of the three Tower Masters would make them understand her better.

At the same time, above Yves Saint Laurent.

Archibald looked at the heavy spell above him and immediately let the Elven King of Fire, who felt like a guardian spirit, step inside; he glanced at his companions who had completed the same steps and finally relaxed, feeling as if he had traveled through time.

Less than twenty minutes had passed from the inside to the outside, but he felt as if he had been battered for many years and could hardly use war magic after being beaten by Lucy Tiffany.

Xavier, on the other hand, was quite the opposite; he specialized in life magic, and after surviving dozens of deadly situations, he had strongly refreshed his skills, and if he faced a few more challenges, he could optimize the spells, making everything clear in his mind.

Delia was extremely tired; even the tips of her hair were tinged with a few strands of gray. Whether it was restoring her body, resetting her mental state, or using time compression to store a large number of spells, it all took a heavy toll on her life.

If it took a few more days, her life would be completely spent.

—Can we win?

Even though they logically thought that if the enemy didn’t break through the defenses immediately, everything would be safe, the overwhelming power in the battle still left everyone feeling uneasy and fearful.

Fortunately, there were no issues with the conditions of the thirty-three spell formations, the construction of the national-level magic, or the appearance of Sengetsu Garden.

At that moment, the magic, gathering the essence of the entire Imperial Capital, the rules of the three Elf Kings, and the powers of the three Tower Masters, surged like a flood of light that shook the whole Yves Saint Laurent, as if a divine flood was sweeping away the courtyard appearing from the spatial rift.

Delia’s hair was blown by the fierce wind, and she looked nervously at the shocking scene that made the world seem to teeter.

Eventually, the infinitely spreading light began to collapse inward, with the courtyard at its center. Accompanied by a faint sigh, it formed a small circular glow, its radiance and features resembling a black hole in the universe.

Archibald took a deep breath and relaxed, saying:

“The spell worked. The rules constructed by the three Elf Kings have formed a spiral closed loop with no magic essence inside. The parts she has gathered will gradually be drawn away; there is no way for her to escape.”

Delia was still a bit scared. She never expected that this former student could become so powerful. If the fight wasn’t happening in the capital, Yves Saint Laurent, even if the three Tower Masters worked together, they wouldn’t be able to defeat the other with just one hand.

Moreover, from beginning to end, the opponent, who was the empire’s number one Alchemist, had not used any of their alchemical creations.

This was very similar to an emperor who, in anger, chose not to use alchemy but instead faced the enemy directly, bringing them terrifying despair.

Delia had to admit that Lucy Tiffany truly had the qualities of a future ruler. She calmed down and suggested to the other two Tower Masters:

“It’s better to be cautious. I suggest we keep the Elf King here for a few more days. Let’s wait until we are sure that Lucy’s magic has been fully drained before calling back the Elf King.”

Archibald didn’t say anything, agreeing without words.

Although it was embarrassing, he truly couldn’t feel safe calling back the Elf King without completely draining Lucy Tiffany’s magic.

After all, this was a magic technique that only the first Sage could use, and they were able to employ it thanks to the powers of the three Elf Kings.

So once they lost the Elf King’s support, their power would plummet dramatically by at least ten times.

Xavier sighed:

“Let me be clear, I will not allow Lucy Tiffany to be trapped in the seal. A talent like hers can certainly strive for the position of heir and obtain the authority to restart Holy Sophon, solving deep-rooted problems through internal reform.”

The Master of Forest Moon Tower was a bit different from the two. He obstructed Lucy Tiffany not because he had betrayed the empire and humanity, but simply because he did not trust Holy Sophon and did not want her to forcibly awaken Sophon in the sanctuary.

Initially, he somewhat held the idea of testing his juniors, but as soon as the fight began, he found himself in the embarrassing situation of “being directly killed if he did not join forces with the two,” a magical twist that led to this scenario.

Delia calmly voiced the words of the elderly woman:

“Although I do not agree with your latter statement, if the empire falls and the continent is submerged by the dark tide, we will certainly still need someone like little Lucy to take care of things, especially if we do not see the emperor.”

“So, I will not choose to kill her; at most, I will let her sleep for an extra ten years.”

Archibald said indifferently:

“The path to becoming the heir is not feasible. The three great Oath Families still believe that the emperor will return one day; even Auguste is willing to push Lucy to be the heir, but anything beyond that is simply impossible.”

“I personally am neutral. I believe the Emperor is not dead, but I also believe the Emperor has entrusted the future to us. Choosing a new Emperor is only a matter of time, but Delia will not agree.”

Delia replied naturally:

“Of course, an Emperor must come from another Emperor; no one else, no matter how strong, can be an Emperor.”

Archibald continued, unfazed:

“You see, this means the vote is 2 to 4, and the heir will only ever be an heir. Any internal reform is naturally a joke.”

After speaking, the Lord of Black Sun Tower murmured, feeling a bit of a headache:

“I have no ill will toward Lucy Tiffany, but only if she does not disrupt my plans. Her power is too dangerous, so she must stay sealed a bit longer.”

Xavier fell silent, thinking for a moment. He felt that in a few days, he might find a chance to talk with Lucy again, and perhaps they could reach an agreement; the previous conflict was purely because Delia was too crazy and Archibald too proud.

As for now, let’s not mention the former; the latter cannot afford to be proud anymore.

The old man coughed and said:

“Alright, Auguste will come to rescue Lucy sooner or later. Let’s decide where to place this prison cage.”

As Xavier spoke, he looked down at the illusory prison point and was about to reach out, but before he could touch the shining edge, an unprecedented wave of fear suddenly exploded deep within his soul.

Xavier instantly stepped back.

Archibald’s pupils shook.

Delia instinctively cast a spell.

The shattering sound was like an avalanche and spring thunder, seemingly surpassing the limits of time, sweeping across the sky in the sigh of the Elf King. The intense magic energy reaction was like a thousand nuclear bombs exploding in one hand, turning the world into black and white.

In that moment, the distant sanctuary, the council in the Imperial Library, the scattered branches of thought, and even Holy Sophon directly experienced revival amidst the terrifying power that could destroy the entire capital, ready to support the strong spell that protects all living beings.

But it was already too late.

Even if the spell expanded quickly, it could not match such exaggerated destructive power. If this level of might spread freely, the whole Yves Saint Laurent would turn into a basin.

At a critical moment,

Pure White Witch walked out of prison. Her hair, like snow from the Tianshan Mountains, flowed and danced. With her bright golden eyes, she looked down at the city that was about to become ruins in black and white. With a calm expression, she casually reached out and neutralized the effects caused by the Martial God Technique using the Martial God Technique.

From this point on,

The black-and-white light flashed by, and the whole world fell silent once again.